409|M|Henka Healer

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º ßasics º

OOC Name/Nickname: JENN!

Calling: 409

Age: Three Years

Gender: Male

Species/Breed: Domestic Canine/Border Collie

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Pelt/Hair color and length: He has the more common black and white coloured coat with long hair on most of his body that is relatively soft to the touch and short, sleek hair on his face and the front of his legs.

Eye color: Oval eyes that are brown in colour.

Build (height, weight, overall structure): Standing at around 20 inches tall and weighing in around 40lbs. His slender body and long legs are partially hidden by his longer pelt making him appear slightly more built than he really is.

Detailed Description (or picture):

º The þast Molds Who We BecØme º

History: Being born in the laboratories wasn't a big deal to this laid back Border Collie. When it came down to it, he had it rather good within the concrete walls. The first year of his life wasn't what he would exactly call sublime, but it wasn't near as hard as what most of the other canines within had it. His name is exactly what it is, a number. The number he had placed on his collar. The number he was called countless of times. A number that he is quite happy with. He was fed enough, socialization was never a problem considering he was thrown into a kennel with various other dogs, most of which disappeared mere weeks after their arrival to be replaced with fresh meat.

At nearly a year old, the scientists had finally found a purpose for 409 and it had worked out quite well for the canine. From this point on, he was no longer tortured or injected with painful chemicals. Now, he was only given pills that put him in a complete state of ecstasy throughout his day. He found his time in the labs peaceful and wonderful. Since the drugs started, he had become more open with other canines, sharing stories and ideas, giving them a taste of what he felt by making them forget all their woes for even just a moment. He relished this part of his life, trying to make others feel just as wonderful as he did himself. Every night, though, he would be sent into cold shivers and heavy breathing because his 'fix' had worn off.

Eventually, with his laid back attitude and happiness within the labs, the humans let him out. He was free to wander down the hallways, greeting scientists and canines alike as they made their way from room to room.

Being quite happy with this life, losing it was quite depressing for him and it took him far too long to realize that he had gone days without his meds, but there were no shivers.. no pain. He still felt exactly as he did while on the stuff. 409 felt no reason to try to understand why this was. Why fiddle with a good thing?

Weeks later, a perfectly normal black and white coat started having a soft glow tinted to it. Something that he didn't even notice until the softness of it was now as bright as the sun. It flickered with cyans, yellows and magentas as he became more and more aware of his power and exactly what he was able to do.

Not only is he able to always feel the ecstasy these glowing lights give him, he is able to flick the colours on in living or non-living thing. Play with them, have them dance in the skies or swallow the ground. By chance he would happen to direct his light show on a living creature, they will fall into a state of absolute bliss. Levels ranging from just a simple feeling of 'happy' to ecstasy, leaving the creature calm and relaxed, on the brink of what you might call orgasmic.

Personality: Laid back. Carefree. Sociable. All words that can easily describe this canines personality. Everything is perfect to him. Every animal he looks at is proof of the hard work that good old Mother Nature put into her earth. If he decides that the world that surrounds him needs some editing, he can make it happen. Splashing living, breathing objects as well as inanimate ones with a beautiful array of colours that can dance around and on the subject in various forms. From smoke like textures to solid colours. 409 has no problem approaching other canines, regardless of their feelings towards him. He will greet them all with the same smirking face and half shut eyes. He particularly likes the females on the island, finding their company far more appeasing to the eye and heart. He finds himself constantly flirting with them and trying to get close enough for a snuggle or two. Because, what he feels is far better with company, a warm body to be pressed up against.

Although he resides within a pack, he has no real interest in what is actually going on in it's ranks. He is here for the company and the chance to make someone else feel exactly like he does.

º †here's No Place £ike Home º

Parents: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Other Family: Unknown
Friends: None
Half of the Island Character Resides: East
Group: Henka
Rank: Healer

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